SOUNDTRACK 022 // WRITTEN
[Something isn't exactly right when a creature made to sing makes a written message, fortunately it's not that there's anything wrong with her voice. She simply finds this easier. The fact that it's done in the middle of the night may serve as an explanation as she doesn't wish to wake anyone up.
She has been thinking about this for a good while now, for a very long while and with each passing day it only seems to get worse. And it scares her, but it's a state she's starting to get used to, she has been scared in general ever since Christmas. And things just keep adding up, Haruhi complaining about Luka avoiding her, reminding her that they are friends, only to be sent to a war they should have nothing to do with. While all Luka does is... Be there. The only thing she can do is sing and lately not even that seems to fill her anymore.]
Have you ever felt useless? Not in the sense that you can't do anything but in that you have reached the limit of your use, that whatever you were born for has been fulfilled and you're thus without anything to do. Have you ever felt that you have reached that limit? Or whatever life-goal you had, leaving you with no plans for a further future.
Has it ever made you feel as if you don't belong? As if suddenly the pieces don't match. Like when in a melody each instrument starts playing using a different score, leaving no trace of the original melody.
What do you do when you feel that all you're doing is simply filling space because you have no more use and you don't match with the place you're in?
[ooc: Just a note, this post is meant to happen the night from Monday to Tuesday. Just in case because timezones are fun like that.]
She has been thinking about this for a good while now, for a very long while and with each passing day it only seems to get worse. And it scares her, but it's a state she's starting to get used to, she has been scared in general ever since Christmas. And things just keep adding up, Haruhi complaining about Luka avoiding her, reminding her that they are friends, only to be sent to a war they should have nothing to do with. While all Luka does is... Be there. The only thing she can do is sing and lately not even that seems to fill her anymore.]
Have you ever felt useless? Not in the sense that you can't do anything but in that you have reached the limit of your use, that whatever you were born for has been fulfilled and you're thus without anything to do. Have you ever felt that you have reached that limit? Or whatever life-goal you had, leaving you with no plans for a further future.
Has it ever made you feel as if you don't belong? As if suddenly the pieces don't match. Like when in a melody each instrument starts playing using a different score, leaving no trace of the original melody.
What do you do when you feel that all you're doing is simply filling space because you have no more use and you don't match with the place you're in?
[ooc: Just a note, this post is meant to happen the night from Monday to Tuesday. Just in case because timezones are fun like that.]